5

"Teen, do me a favor,” I'm on the verge of saying no because every time Maddy asks for a favor, that rings trouble all the way, "send Eve home because David needs to take the girls to their ballet class and Harry will drive me and William to the clubhouse."

There, trouble.

"If you know you're going to the clubhouse after this, why didn't you bring three drivers?" I annoyedly complain.

"Because I want to torture my brother."

"You're a shitty sister, Maddy."

"Why thank you for the compliment. Love you," she kisses my cheek then smiles wickedly.

"Bye bye Uncle Teen," Hayley holds out both of her tiny arms wanting me to take her even though Eve is holding her right now. I take her anyway while trying my best to avoid touching her babysitter.

"Bye bye Sweetheart. I'll see you next week okay." I kiss her cheek as she giggles, playing with the button of my shirt.

"Don't forget to send Eve home." Maddy reminds me when she's already half way towards the private elevator.

"See you next week, Evie!" Ariel waves her hand while following her mother.

"See you," she waves back to the girl as I hand out Hayley to Jin, Maddy's helper.

Five minutes later after all the chaotic goodbyes, the five kids and three helpers and that evil married couple finally ride the elevator and go to where they're supposed to. I sigh then turn to the girl standing next to me. One more hurdle before I get to spend my Sunday in peace.

"I'll send you in half an hour." With that I stride to my room to take my much needed cold shower. There is no way for me to be with her again without relieving myself first.

***

She was munching another serving of smoke salmon with olive and salad when I came out of my room. I do notice she eats that a lot when we were at the dining table, only this time she's gobbling everything as if she’s in an eating competition, all while standing next to the buffet table.

No manners. Can't she take a plate and have a seat? It's not like the food's gonna be gone if she leaves the buffet table for a minute. Her parents didn't teach such simple manner?

"Let's go." My voice seems to shock her as she coughs, probably chokes on the food she's been shoving to her mouth. See, if you sit and eat like a civilised well-mannered person you wouldn't even choke embarrassingly like this.

"Uhm, okay." She is still hitting her chest, probably wanting to clear the airway even though she has stopped coughing.

"Here," I take a water bottle and hand it to her.

"Thanks." She sorts of bends herself a bit, either respecting me or intimidated by me. She annoys me again when she struggles with the cap. Oh for fuck's sake!

I snatch the bottle and screw it open effortlessly, giving it back to her. She seems more nervous than before, "T-thank you Mr Knight."

She turns herself facing the other direction then drinks the water. What? You suddenly have manners, feeling shy to drink water straight from the bottle? Such a pretentious woman. Just now when nobody's looking you ate like a homeless person who haven't eaten for days.

"Let's go." I repeat it again then walk towards the door. She scurries to the living area instead, what now?

"Sorry, I was getting my bag." She explains herself as I stand boringly in front of the elevator. The black cheap looking bag is clutched tight to her chest.

The door of the elevator opens instantly after I push the button. I get in and stand at the back as she follows suit, taking a place next to me. I was planning to scan her ass but unfortunately this little minx stands next to me instead.

It takes a while to get to my parking since we're at the top floor but I am absolutely enjoying myself by her sweet scent. I wonder if it comes from her soap or perfume? She looked poor, perhaps it's from soap since she better spend the money on something more important than perfumes. Or is it the detergent she uses?

The elevator opens again once we reach the basement. I stay put to allow her to step out first but she hesitates, as if she wants me to do it and she'll follow me behind. Fine, just because you're wearing a dress so I can't view your ass anyway.

I open the car door for her, a habit I've gotten stuck to since I'm raised by a strict woman who's determined to raise a gentleman. She mutters a thank you then gets inside.

Going around the car, I open the driver door and sit in my car. I don't know what the hell is going on in her head because I've started the engine, worn my seat belt, and even checked my email on the phone but she's still sitting next to me mindlessly, without putting on her seatbelt.

"We're not moving until you wear the seat belt."

"Oh!" She gasps as she hurries to get the seat belt, only to struggle because she can't seem to pull it out. Idiot. Of course it won't budge if you do it with force. Haven't you worn one before?

I sigh in irritation then lean in, making her still, perhaps surprised with my body being so close to hers when I pull the seatbelt then wrap to the front of her upper body.

"There." I tuck it in the slot then sit in my position again.

"Where do you live?"

"Umm it's okay, you can just drop me on your way."

"Where do you live?" I repeat the question, a little bit irritated by how much time I've wasted with this sloth.

"Uhmm," she seems reluctant to let me know where she lives, why is that? "You can just drop me on your way, Mr Knight. Really, I don't mind."

Is she retarded? Does she need another repetition on the same question? Just bloody tell me already.

"You can go anywhere you please after I drop you home but I'm not going to leave you on the street." My sister will kill me if you end up being kidnapped or raped or God forbid, all above.

"But I don't want to go home yet. It's only 2." She whines like a little girl. And that's adorably annoying.

"Fine," she gives up when I glare at her without saying anything, "Rosewood. I live at Rosewood."